In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Luo Song spread his five fingers and pressed them onto the simulated barrier of the overall control barrier, his fingers gently touching Croydon.

"Transferring magic to the ground is currently the fastest method..."

"Then, perform a simple mind-reflection magic trick. As for Ba Jin... what!?"

Feeling the damage to the Gem Tower, Luo Song's forehead twitched.

Mashu lowered her shield, exhaled, and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "The hostile device has been destroyed, Master."

谷顰

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Mashu." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and bent down to examine the fragments of the device that Mashu had shattered.

“Master.” At this moment, Lawrence walked over. “The phantom spirits on the outer perimeter have been basically cleared out.”

“Ah, Miss Lawrence, it’s good that it’s been cleaned up.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up again. “These phantoms are still very dangerous. Being able to clean them up is like eliminating a threat to the residents of London.”

"Hmm, this is..." Lawrence pondered as he walked to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side.

“Those phantom spirits must be protecting this device,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Lawrence, watching the disappearing base.

"So, this is what this enormous barrier is attached to...?" Lawrence picked up a fragment, wanting to examine it. "I didn't expect it to be a gemstone too..."

Lawrence's eyes met his own eyes in the wreckage of the mirror.

She suddenly felt a moment of disorientation, and when she came to her senses, she found herself facing that familiar yet frail face.

That familiar face, filled with sorrow, fear, and regret, looked at Lawrence, looked at him.

"How I wish... to kiss you one more time... my love..." the woman, still beautiful despite her weakness, whispered, her voice trembling with undeniable sorrow.

Lawrence was stunned.

"Do not......"

“Harley…”

"Why...why..." He looked at his wife lying there in horror, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating.

But his body controlled his consciousness, and he lowered his head to gently kiss his wife, Harley Bahargul Ovis's dry lips.

Immediately afterward, Harley Bahargul Orvis breathed her last on Lawrence's lips.

Lawrence's tears were completely uncontrollable, flowing uncontrollably as if he were crying madly.

Following his memory, he arranged Harley's funeral, bringing her body back to Florence for burial.

Then, as he was weeping while hugging the tombstone—

The scene then returns to that room.

Before him lay his wife, who was still suffering from the Black Death and was on the verge of death.

"No—this—what is this—"

He felt his heart being crushed, then thrown to the ground, and frantically ground into minced meat.

Seeing his lover appear before him again, a third time, a fourth time, Lawrence felt his mind was on the verge of collapse.

In countless cycles of reincarnation—

“Miss Lawrence!? Miss Lawrence!!” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in Lawrence’s ears.

puff-

"Ugh—" Lawrence cried out in pain, looking at his pierced hand, breathing heavily and in a daze.

What happened?

Lawrence's

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Chapter 717 Master Reflects Magic to Subdue the Magic Mirror

Lawrence sat on the ground, staring blankly at his palm, which had been pierced by Fujimaru Ritsuka's small knife.

She watched as bright red blood flowed down her arm, dripping onto the ground, splashing up tiny, insignificant blood flowers.

Lawrence trembled and slightly raised his head, vaguely seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's anxious face.

"Master... seems to be saying something..."

That's what she was thinking.

Tears flowed silently, running down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground, mingling with her blood.

"Ha...Harley..."

Lawrence murmured softly.

Then, she leaned back into Mashu's arms and lost consciousness.

"Miss Lawrence!"

"Miss Lawrence!?"

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka screamed, attracting the attention of the others.

......

Croyden.

A mirror appeared in front of Arnold I.

It raised its claws, as if to strike, but...

Its compound eyes saw its reflection in the mirror.

When he came to his senses, he had turned back into the little boy.

In... a laboratory.

Watching themselves being disintegrated, their consciousness and perspective were placed in a vat along with their brain.

He wanted to cry out, to scream, to run away, but...

Can't do it.

Watching helplessly as my own body was arbitrarily cut, separated, then dissected and stitched up...

Nora Broer desperately wanted to escape this memory, desperately wanted to get out, but, but—

It's impossible!

He watched himself being reassembled, transforming step by step from a living human into a familiar monster made of rock and magic, and then...

He stormed into London, wreaking havoc and causing tragedy. After destroying half of the city, he was eventually killed by countless magicians...

However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

He will gradually erode himself in this illusion, until forever...

The original body left outside transformed back into the little boy, curled up on the ground, trembling and crying unconsciously, frantically hugging itself as if begging for salvation and protection.

But nobody will come near here...

Nobody...

......

When Lawrence opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.

She slowly sat up from the bed.

"Uh..." Lawrence clutched his head, feeling as if he had just been hit hard, and was in a daze.

谷焥

"Ah, Miss Lawrence, you're finally awake." Mashu's delighted voice came from the doorway.

"Ma, Mashu...?" Lawrence looked blankly at the doorway.

Mashu gently placed a plate of food on Lawrence's bedside table and sat down next to him with a happy expression.

"That's great! Miss Lawrence, your sudden fainting yesterday scared everyone."

Mashu picked up a glass of water and handed it to Lawrence: "Please have some water first."

Lawrence nodded slightly, took the water, and drank it.

"What exactly happened yesterday? Miss Lawrence, you suddenly lost consciousness." Mashu looked at Lawrence with concern and took the empty glass back.

"Let me think..." Lawrence rubbed his forehead, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts, when he suddenly realized that his hand was a little sore.

"Yesterday, Master saw that you were trapped in mental magic, so he used external intervention to try to forcibly wake you up, but unexpectedly, you fell into a coma after being woken up."

“It’s alright, waking me up in that situation was the right choice.” Lawrence shook his head, used a simple healing spell to heal his hand, and looked up wearily at Mashu. “That was indeed mental magic, and… a very terrifying mental magic.”

"Is that so...?" Mashu looked at Lawrence's bloodshot eyes and listless face and felt a little sad.

"Hmm." Lawrence nodded, looking at Mashu seriously. "Go and call Ritsuka and everyone over. I've analyzed how that mental magic is activated, how to break it, and how to prevent it. Go and call everyone over, I'll explain."

Mashu nodded: "Okay! I'll go and call everyone over right now!"

Lawrence watched Mash run out of the room and sighed.

She rubbed her palms, her eyes filled with sorrow and uncontrollable pain.

“Harley…”

"Harley..."

......

Before long, Mashu called everyone over, and the room was packed with people.

After losing consciousness once, Jekyll has returned to suppressing the personality known as "Hyde," though he is still somewhat listless.

"Everyone, listen to me." Lawrence sat hunched over on the bed, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over everyone.

"That magic trick is terrifying; you absolutely must not fall for it."

"Its effect is probably to take you back to the most painful period of your life, and then relive it repeatedly, until it breaks your spirit and turns you into a walking corpse." Lawrence's eyelids were half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment, but he still continued to speak, "If it reaches that level, the person who casts this magic can control this spirit origin by simply giving some instructions."

“The two riders we encountered in the southwest were probably in the same situation,” Lawrence said, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka.